|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|A great acacia, with its slender trunk|
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves,
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
E. B. BrowningAurora Leigh. Bk. VI.
|Light-leaved acacias, by the door,|
Stood up in balmy air,
Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore,
And breathed a perfume rare.
George MacDonaldSong of the Spring Nights. Pt. I.
|Our rocks are rough, but smiling there|
Th acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flowring in a wilderness.
MooreLalla Rookh. Light of the Harem.